My name is Charlotte. I've been friends with Katie since we were eight, but she can be such a bitch sometimes. Two summers ago, I got an announcement saying to keep June 24 of the following year open. She and her boyfriend Marv had just gotten engaged. Things weren't serious with Steve, the guy I was seeing at the time, but Katie knew that I'd wanted to have my own wedding that day in memory of my brother Carl who died that day when he was twenty. I held on to the announcement until the next year's planners came out and marked it in a dark red, making it look like someone scrawled it in blood. Coincidentally, the next day she asked me to be a bridesmaid. I accepted. I hadn't figured out what kind of revenge I was going to take, but being in the wedding would surely get me the inside track. It wasn't long before I knew that I wanted to fuck Marv; I just had to decide what circumstances would make my revenge the most satisfying.
I didn't really want him for myself. He's good-looking, but he looks more like someone you'd see on the cover of
G.Q.
than the cover of a body-building magazine. Besides, we're both 5'10", and I like a guy that I literally have to look up to. If I were two or three months pregnant with his child, I could spoil the day by announcing my condition at the reception, but then he'd be in my life for the next two decades; plus I wouldn't be able to get drunk. I didn't want to steal him for myself, because I didn't want to punish him for what Katie did. I had the idea to jump naked out of the cake at his bachelor party and fuck him on the spot, but I didn't think I could get the job without tipping someone off. I entertained other scenarios as the date grew closer, but I kept going back to the cake when I needed a laugh. It occurred to me that I'd be getting my revenge a week or so ahead of the day that Katie had stolen from me. Why not go for the actual day?
My apartment was only a couple blocks from the hall they rented for the ceremony, which is also where they held the rehearsal dinner. Katie and Marv had moved into their new apartment a couple weeks before that. I reminded Katie that it's bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other the day of the wedding and suggested that Marv stay at my place. Katie talked to him, and they agreed that was a good idea. Given the location, I rode my bicycle to the rehearsal and rode home with Marv. We got in just after eleven. I apologized to him for only having one bedroom, but he volunteered to take the couch. I was glad he did, because that allowed me to look through my closet. In January, I'd bought a sheer red nightgown with matching panty to surprise Steve for Valentine's Day, but he broke up with me before I had a chance to use it. If Marv was easy to convince, I'd be fucking him on the 23rd, and that wasn't revenge enough. I put the negligée on and waited until five minutes before midnight before I left my bedroom.
Marv had a baseball game on from the West Coast, but he'd gotten up to get himself a drink. He was wearing white briefs that were so clean, I suspected he'd bought a new package for the honeymoon and decided it was easier not to pack any other underwear. He almost dropped his beer when he saw me. "If this is what you wear to bed when you're alone, what do you wear when you're with a guy?" he asked.
I walked up to him and put his left hand on my hip. He was holding his beer in his right hand. I guided it to the counter and then put it on my other hip. "Less than this," I answered. I noted, "I see you're not pulling back. I think there's a reason, and we both know what it is." Of course the reason was that I'd left him dumfounded. "I want you," I lied. Okay, it wasn't exactly a lie. I wanted him that night; I just didn't want him for keeps. "And I can tell you want me."
"What about Katie?" he asked.
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her," I pointed out.
"I'll know what I did," he replied.
"You're not married to her yet," I reminded him. "You don't owe her anything until after you make your vows." I paused for a moment. "And I notice you didn't correct me when I said you want me. If we do this, you can still marry her, and you'll be sure that you hose the right woman. If we don't, you'll always wonder what you passed up. Does that seem like a good idea?" I put my hands on his nipples and rubbed his chest hair. His hands fell away from my hips. When he didn't answer me, I ran my hands down his arms and entwined my fingers in his. I reached behind him, pulling him closer to me, and rubbed his butt.
Because we're the same height, his lips were right in front of mine. He leaned forward and kissed me. I let go of his hands and ran my fingertips up his back. I could feel him get hard when I did that. "You're right," he said. "More information is better than less." Was he really that gullible, or just that willing to cheat? Either way, I was probably doing Katie a favor, but I didn't want to think of it that way.
No matter, I led him into my bedroom. I put his hands just above my waist and lifted the hem of my nightgown so they were underneath it. He returned my earlier gesture, rubbing my ass through the panty, except that it was probably much more pleasurable for me because the fabric was so thin. This time instead my fingertips, I ran my nails up his back. I was already moist, but I got a little more so when I imagined Katie seeing the scratches I left. I could feel his cock straining for release. I don't know whether I was being selfish or showing mercy, but I pulled his underwear down just enough for it to pop over the elastic. I stepped back and stroked it a couple times. I could already feel the pre-cum where the head met the foreskin. Marv responded in kind, pulling the panty down just below my butt. I took it the rest of the way off. He bent his knees, put his hands behind my thighs and lifted me. He carried me to the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "You're stronger than I realized," I told him.
"You have no idea," Marv answered. He leaned back, reached for the hem of my negligée and lifted it over my shoulders. I was now naked in front of a man who was getting married in seventeen hours. He put his hands over mine and held me against the wall. He kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth, and our tongues met briefly. He lifted me a little higher, pushed me back against the wall and sucked each nipple into my mouth.
His technique was only adequate, but I enjoyed the sensation of being held so strongly in place while he did it that I squeezed a little tighter with my legs. "You're making my pussy tingle, Marv."
"What do you want me to do about it, Charlotte?"
"Depends. Are you strong enough?" We both looked down and saw that his dick was passing underneath my pussy. He tried to lift me. I even put my hands on his shoulders to help, but when I came down, all I did was bend his dick down.
"Maybe, but I don't want to risk it right now," Marv said, and he backed away from the wall. "I've got someone I want to make come first."
"Yeah, who would that be?" I asked.
"Well, she's five-ten, with curly brown hair, perfectly shaped tits, ..."
I stepped to my right, so my back was now to my bed. "Tell me more," I said.
